Tuesday night was one of those nights that I thanked God for my sight. It was the perfect summer night and I sat and watched, in joy, the face of my son. It was nothing extraordinary but his first t-ball game. Sentimental much?
We talked about the first game for weeks, had extra practice (per Nicholas' request), and were dressed for the game at 7:30 a.m. I'm not for certain who was more excited Andrew or Nicholas, but both were beaming. Andrew is the head coach so it is a Father-Son affair.
It was funny to hear over the speakers: "Nicholas Niewald in the hole"
Very serious coaching going on here...
Lovely assistance from Meech in watching "her royal fatness" so I could watch the game.
I was "that parent" who took 537 pictures of their child. :) Couldn't help it.
Christiana ran up to Nicholas and gave him a huge hug, then patted him on the back and said,
"You played really good Di-di, I saw you."
I am a parent to a 5 year old who is on an offcial t-ball team, how the heck did that happen?
Enjoying the moments!!